this was as close as i got to productivity today:

I simply couldn't bring myself to take notes and pay attention and reel my mind in from its wanderings today, it just seemed cruel. So I sunk into the nuances of these paintings in the new Americas museum in Boston.

Mostly I like the way ballpoint pen feels on newspaper, a thing like none other.

Or maybe this all occurred because I got to bed at four due to HP7.1. And it was worth it. At least until I realized I won't be able to see HP7.2 for another 20 months.